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Instrumental
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It's been a while, so I'll take things slow
Time to mislead and time to grow
Once upon a time we wore halos
Wings then replaced by weeping holes
Eyes wide shut he needs to curse
Mouth closed tight & lips are pursed
Clenched his fists, else he'll burst
Looking on, succumbed to the worst
Somebody needs to steer this ship
Sure as hell won't be us
I don't get paid to make these plans
Probably just as well
I just can't see an end to this.
Why is it all such a race?
Can you see an end to any of it?
Progress at a snails pace
I still can't see an end to this.
Stop, turn, repeat to my face
Can you see an end to any of it?
Progress at a snails pace
Remove yourself from the mental equation
Can you say honestly that it doesn't kill you?
Is it just me or is time going backwards?
I just don't think so
Eat up the sunlight before it extinguishes
Auction the livestock everything going cheap
Is there enough time for us to gain sympathy?
I just don't care so stop.
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Gestures Are Shallow
03:58
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Given an ultimatum at birth
No birthright, but a choice
Out of two you must choose wisely
It's controversial
Stopped at the crossroads
Pitch black attack
Looking back you realise
Your choice was wrong
Go!
Space to breath is thin on the ground
Snow so pure like untouched skin
As you grow we'll all watch you
Hoping that you'll fail
But you've got to sit tight and realise
Your time would come
At birth your choice had a reason
Only you would know
Go!
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Your expressions will always give you away
One day you'll learn to turn about face
We scrape the barrel for the lowest common denominator
Lets talk until our ears burn
Summer days, thats how I want to remember
Our memories are created to be forgotten
I can't continue to stomach this anymore
Run out of pages to complete chapter 10
Your hair will always graze the air
The breeze delights in catching it off guard
Lets shake the dice for the greatest common divisor
Lets show them how to burn x3
Summer days, thats how I want to remember
Our memories are created to be forgotten
I can't continue to support this anymore
Run out of parchment to fulfill chapter 11
Why do we need to hear about this?
Why do I need to fear mathematics?
I no longer care to build glass houses
It takes too long to recover all the pieces
Winter days, that's how you'll be remembered
Old memories are forgotten before they emerge
I can't continue to stomach this anymore
I've run out of ink to write chapter 12
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There Is Nothing
04:46
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Infirmary Of Silence
05:28
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We're first to bring this up
And last to back back down
Illuminate the cause
Reduce the stimulus
I suck the oxygen
I don't care if it's hertz
When all you stand to lose
Has already decayed
Retreat behind a shield
With tail between your legs
The whites of your eyes spell
Disaster for us all
Join us now as we raise a fist
Suffocate as we desecrate a toast
Deceivers are the deceived
All compasses point to south
The shit doesn't stick to these slippery eels
A tactic less the statistics
Design a hostile takeover that's bound to bind
We'll watch you crumble, We'll watch you burn
I'll such the oxygen
I don't care if it's hertz
When all we stand to lose
Has already decayed
Retreat behind a shield
With tail between our legs
The whites of your eyes spell
Disaster for us all
Join us now as we raise a fist
Suffocate as we desecrate a toast
Deceivers are the deceived
All compasses point to south
The shit doesn't stick to these slippery eels
A tactic less the statistics
Design a hostile takeover that's bound to bind
We'll watch you crumble, We'll watch you burn
Come, join a hostile takeover
Join us now as we raise a fist
Suffocate as we desecrate a toast
Deceivers are the deceived
All compasses point to south
The shit doesn't stick to these slippery eels
A tactic less the statistics
Design a hostile takeover that's bound to bind
We'll watch you crumble, We'll watch you burn
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Delicacy has never been my forte
I've shivered many a night away alone
The night sky tapestries seem to get more intricate
They still manage to guide us home
As the thermos continues to lose the battle
To keep our extremities warm
I watch you watch the snow fall for the leaves
With their death I see it mark your face, forlorn
Our lungs get filled with scorn
We run till we can run no more
Shorter days don't always add up
Hold on, take a breath, feel it deep inside your core
I'll shelter you from all that this world tries to harm you with
I'll protect my interests in you and all you represent
In a world bent on delivering hate
It's good to know that every snowflake is different
Lets shield ourselves from the outside
Build our own little nest
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Čachtice
04:13
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Born 1560
Black becomes my only hero
Married off at way to young an age
In a bath of red I love to bathe
Residing with the Little Carpethians
Save the bounty of a fruitful summer
Likened to inflict servant torture
Virgin one was called Zusanah
Why would anyone want to blame me?
I'm just an innocent aged 43
Aged 43
I like to freshen my skin
With what is within
Gain myself the right credentials
Run off with correct connections
Lady of highest social graces
600 corpses at the last count
I don't regret a single thing
Because it was all my husbands doing
The fountain of youth
Borne of my peasants fruit
Strip her, hang her, let her drain
Into a lukewarm, soak
Right out of the vein
The fountain of youth
Borne of my peasants fruit
Strip her, hang her, let her drain
Into a lukewarm, soak
Right out of the vein
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Happy Cancerian
04:24
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11. |
Identity Crisis
05:14
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Rain can be so hypnotic
And yet tiring on the eyes
I've done it again
I've abused your trust
Why are we here
All we do is fear
Our identity crisis
Why are we here
All we do is cheer
Our Identity Crisis
Pain can be so fantastic
And yet tiring on the soul
You've done it again
You've abused my trust
Why are we here
All we do is fear
Our identity crisis
Why are we here
All we do is cheer
Our Identity Crisis
Life can be so erratic
And tiring on the whole
We all lie everyday
We don't deserve any respect
Fame can be so sycophantic
You're tiring on my eyes
Well, We've done it again
We've abused your trust
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Heavens To Betsy!
05:55
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Hells bells and whistles made from the teeth of the dead
If his hand gets closer, I swear his fingers won't bend
Regretting the fact I didn't divulge the rules of the game
Whats to be expected when you have such awful aim?
*It began inadvertently but developed and spiralled around
It would seem crying wolf appears to have consequences
Time and time and time again these equations rot and fade
I won't be made to dress in a life of sequentials
Streets made of walls and halls plastered white
Can I dig into your pockets and expect no respite?
Blackboard chalk wipes clean but never disappears
Our memories aren't as short when controlled by your fear
*It began inadvertently but developed and spiralled around
It would seem crying wolf appears to have consequences
Time and time and time again these equations rot and fade
I won't be made to dress in a life of sequentials
All the letters in the world won't spell things out to your standards
Arms linked I'll be damned if you think I'm letting you go
I'd take an oath and drown in a river of baptismal hands
Just to see how far this confessional would play to sold out shows
Tell me the one thing about you that makes you squint
The most about yourself, see if we take the hint
I wish I
Could be as cold
And as honest
As everyone else tries to be
I wish I
Could be as cold
And as honest
As everyone else tries to be
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We have no words
Only wisdom
We have no life
Only time
We all have our problems
We all have our doubts
We have no diseases
Just aches and their cures
We can't see when walls close
Around on us all
We all hate our equals
And we never add up
We have no reliance
Only the things we create
There's no sense in wasting
Another year without debt
We all have the hunger
We've all had our fill
Our blood tastes metallic
Will you foot the bill?
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Duncan Buchanan Halesowen, UK
Self taught bassist originally. Moved to guitar and fronting his own band in the early 2000's. Now recording solo, self produced thus far. Try pigeonholing him....
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